The Omega's Princess

My mind was made up

It was not possible. Father could never do something of such nature.

“It’s time for breakfast though” Donald folded his hands behind him, to the dining room, I presume. I had to see Father immediately.

I rushed to the dining room but unfortunately, Father was already eating. We were not allowed to talk during breakfast. Even a simple greeting was not accepted.

Silently, I joined them in the dining room. My father, the King, King Darrell was seated at the top of the table. To the right was my stepmother, the younger Queen, Eloise.

I was seated by my father’s left and Donald sat by my side, munching on his meal happily. I tried to eat as well but it was not easy for me. I had lost my appetite!

Thirty minutes felt like thirty years that very minute. I wanted to ask Father if what Donald told me was true. If it were, then I will devise a means to run away.

He raised his brows at me when he realized I had not eaten my food but I faked a smile in response, pretending all was well when in actual sense, it wasn’t.

Eloise ate her food gently, like the gentle Queen that she was.

I could not help but wonder how such a beautiful and calm woman could give birth to a vile son like Donald. Her black curls which stretched to neck length were even popping more than ever.

She looked even more beautiful like she had drunk the elixir Of youthfulness and beauty.

As soon as Father was done, I stood up immediately. Hoping to follow him.

“Brielle, you haven’t touched your meal. Are you okay?” Queen Eloise's voice drew my Father’s attention to my food.

He looked at my food and looked back at me. Hoping for a reasonable explanation.

“Oh, that” I smiled. “I am not hungry. I have a lot of things to do by the way”

“Really? I would advise you to eat so well so you can attract suitors. They would be coming in from tomorrow” Donald cut in, not raising his head from his meal. He always had a means of pissing me off and getting me upset.

That was one bad task he was so good at.

I looked up to Father for confirmation, silently hoping it would not be true.

“The letters have been sent out, Brielle. Ensure you prepare very well. I believe we would begin to get entries today.

The selection ceremony would start today, this evening probably, and would be completed in two days.

Your spouse would be selected based on a fighting duel. I want a strong and courageous man for you. I do not want you marrying a weak man” He explained, with all calmness like it was fine when I was weeping deep within. I was hurt and broken.

“Father, this is not necessary. What if I don’t love him?” My voice broke.

Eloise had completed her meal and was simply looking at us.

Donald himself had also completed his meal but was purposely picking his teeth, drawing attention to himself or perhaps, reminding me of his presence.

I was devastated.

“My child” Father placed his arm on my shoulder. “I could not protect your mother because I was not strong as a man. I could not protect her.

We both married each other based on love. I was deeply in love with your mother and so she was with me but when trouble came, my love, her love, our love could not save us.

My love could not save your mother and I lost her” He wiped off the years that were about to fall from his eyes.

Even though I did not know who my mother was or what their love story was like, I could tell Father was deeply in love with mother because each time he talked about her, tears would form in her eyes.

‘I hope to die one day and meet my beloved woman, Ann’ He would say.

Their love was deep although it was short-lived I also wanted to enjoy love just like they had.

I wanted to have a man to call my own. A man I would love and cherish and they would do the same to me but why wasn’t Father giving me the chance?

“Love will not save you. Being a princess makes you prone to a lot of enemies. Love will not save you when the battle comes. Love will not keep you or fight for you. Strength will.

A man who is in love with you might want to fight for you but what happens when he has no strength? It is impossible! My child, I want the best for you. Please, take it” He pleaded and sighed before walking away.

Immediately, I drew my conclusions. I was going to elope. Rather than marry a man who I didn’t love because I was a princess, I would marry a man I love as a commoner.